Gravity Road

by Alan Bernheimer

Alan Bernheimer

There are no rocking chairs in hell
I took the tour last week
Now I just want to browse
dig tunnels
build bridges
move mountains

Let nature do the heavy work

My rule of thumb
Is sleight of hand
And long of tooth

Spotless is my name

Sensational crude essence
Fills the zoning envelope

Tab fields exit pupil

They're going to bench test your dive
And empty bottles absolve you of particularity

One day bumps the next
The things that befall
Words are accidence

escapes romance
the air

Affection unabated
In any scrape

Say uncle who motions dismay
For the time being gravity takes heart in


Last updated December 24, 2022